로그인That wasn’t an excuse. Eliana didn’t want to believe his lies again. That name had slipped from Fabrizio’s mouth once or twice; she had heard it and filed it away because it hadn’t been her business then. “Why didn’t you marry her?” she asked, voice muffled against the bed. It was the only reason the name would have been mentioned. Fabrizio had been arranging a marriage for his son. What else could he have done with her? Cesare licked her shoulder and bit down. She mewled as heat flooded her body all over again. She closed her eyes. “Because I would have been miserable with her.” “But we are miserable together.” There was no difference. “She wasn’t the woman I chose for myself. No one chooses a woman for me. I choose my woman for myself.” The bed dipped. His fingers hooked under her top up and dragged her underwear down her legs. She lifted her hips and arms to help him without thinking. Her pussy already felt swollen, sensitive from earlier and the feel of them between h
Eliana's eyes shimmered with tears as she asked Cesare the question. Instead of answering, he pulled her head up for a kiss, but she struggled in his hold. She hit and slapped his chest. “Stop it. Damn it. You—” He pulled back and breathed hard, his chest rising and falling. “You cheated on me. I knew—” “Shut the fuck up. I haven't slept with anyone but you, wife. And I need to fuck those doubts out of your head. I would never leave you.” His hand moved down into the water, finding her already wet despite the water. His middle finger easily slid inside her hot channel, and she choked, her eyes fluttering closed. She held the edge of the tub. Then she moved back into the tub, putting some distance between herself and his prying fingers, recollecting herself. She didn't want this, though her body said otherwise. A sob caught in her throat, and she tried climbing out of the bathtub when Cesare caught her by the arm and dragged her back inside. “Don't fucking touch me!” she sc
Someone had come into Eliana’s room. She knew from the little creaking sound and that strange feeling one got when they knew there was another person occupying the same space. She sat up in the bathtub, a glass of scotch in her hand. The decanter and a bottle sat on the marble floor close to her. She had been getting ready to go meet with the man who had asked her to meet him but decided to soak herself in a warm bath before going out. And a club. She was still deciding whether she wanted to go to a club, but that hadn’t been decided yet. Eliana dropped the glass at the end of the tub, atop the small ledge there. She was stark naked beneath the water, and she didn't know who was there. She reached for the edge of the tub and tried to lift herself out of the water when her door slowly opened and someone stepped in. The lock clicked into place. She looked up and gasped, losing her grip on the tub and falling back into the water. “Enjoying yourself?” Cesare moved in, pulling o
CESARE "She knows." Cesare pulled his shirt over his head, then moved to the table and picked up his phone. He was in a hotel room in Milan. Giulio had called him the previous day to tell him that Eliana had suffered a panic attack while they were out. Someone had shown her something on his phone. A man. He had approached her. Her trusting nature would get her into a lot of trouble. Giulio had said she had almost fainted, but he and the others had caught her before things got worse. They had gone home afterward. Since then, she hadn't come out of her room. But when their eyes had met while at the eatery, hers had been glassy. What could that stranger have shown her to make her react that way? "What do you think she knows, Giulio?" Bianca was waiting for him downstairs. They had unfinished business to attend to. Bianca was the woman his father had wanted him to marry, had he still been alive. But his father hadn't known that his uncle was madly in love with the model. No
There was no fireplace in the office, but that didn't mean she couldn't make one. Eliana gathered all the files she could grab and walked around the counter. She threw them onto the marble tiles in the middle of the room. There were no matches, but she had seen a lighter in one of the drawers. She went back to the desk, took it out, and returned behind the counter. She picked up a bottle and the decanter on her way, holding the lighter between her lips. Eliana stood in front of the files scattered across the floor. She bent down and dropped the bottle beside them. Then she pulled the stopper out of the decanter and poured the alcohol over the pile. When she was done and the files were soaked, she picked one up, lit it with the lighter, and threw it onto the pile. The flames caught quickly, spreading across the papers and consuming them. She stepped back, carrying both bottles, and drank from the decanter. The flames danced in her eyes as she watched them burn. Smoke billowed
Eliana pulled off her clothes the moment she stepped into her room. The door was already locked. She didn’t want any form of disturbance. Wearing only her underwear, she picked up her bag from the bed and poured its entire contents onto the floor. She bent down and picked her phone out of the pile. It switched on as she swiped her thumb across the screen. No calls. No messages. She wasn’t expecting anything. Truly, she was okay. She was fine. This was an eye-opener. She needed to get a fucking hold of her life and leave Cesare. Eliana screamed and threw the phone at her vanity mirror. It shattered against the glass, sending shards scattering across the floor, where they glinted under the lights. She breathed hard and scratched at her head, her hair falling over her face. Tears streamed down her cheeks. She hiccupped. He had made a call about where he was going to meet her. He hadn’t been home. He was out, not answering the few calls she had shamelessly made over the past fe







